In my fantasy land where my diabetes is like a Disney fairytale, I float through life like Snow White. Beautiful and graceful with a song in my heart and a good word for all. I’m conveniently omitting the Evil Queen as she doesn’t fit with my perfect image. Occasionally though (or to be honest, most days) I think I’m probably more accurately represented by a mixture of the dwarves.
For the most part I am Happy. Life is good, diabetes is perfectly manageable. Sometimes I can even see an upside to it when it gives me opportunities I wasn’t expecting . And when the little things go right, when I’m still in single figures four hours after eating a pizza or I wake up as a 5, I smile a little smile and have a certain sense of inner happiness.
Some days I am Grumpy. Normally when I get sick of the 24/7-ness of the whole thing. But also for silly reasons, like being frustrated by the amount of junk I have to carry round, or getting irked because I have to eat and I’m not hungry, or getting hugely irritated by a health care provider who doesn’t share my expectations when it comes to my diabetes.
Sleepy raises his weary head when the CGM has been alarming all night to tell me I’m high or low. If I’m high I pump in some insulin and then silence the alarms but lows mean eating and checking and far too much time spent awake. Sleepy is very good friends with Grumpy, but it’s when they form an axis of evil with Dopey that you know it’s going to be a bad day.
Doc is around most of the time. Keeping up to speed with the latest developments in diabetes care that might be of use to me. Tweaking my doses, identifying problems and trying to fix them. Doc is very much a one trick pony, he’s an expert in my diabetes, but don’t let him advise you on anything else, he’s a complete quack.
Bashful, as you would expect given his name, is pretty quiet. But he does make an appearance from time to time. He raises his head when a trip to clinic is on the horizon and stops me from being comfortable sharing my blood glucose results with anyone, regardless of how good or bad they are.
Sneezy is probably the politest of all the dwarves in that he always lets me know a couple of days in advance that he’s coming. The raised blood sugars are always a sign that Sneezy is heading into town. Of course, if Sneezy were to simply send an email to let me know he was planning to visit, that would be far less complicated and avoid the need for time consuming diabetic brainstorms.
And finally we come to Dopey. He often appears at the first sign of low blood sugar, making me unable to do even the simplest of things. But sometimes he’s there even when I’m not hypo. Like when he makes me forget to bolus for a meal, or completely miscount the carbs in my sandwich, or when I remove the infusion set I’ve just inserted for no good reason. Dopey is a disappointingly active dwarf.
All in all I think I get along quite nicely with all my dwarves and I think I’m probably better off being them than Snow White. After all, she forgot to bolus for that apple and ended up in a diabetic coma for years. Stupid girl.